"Them!" 5aid the 5ergeant contemptuou5ly. "I could make better 5na-ap5po5in' 5ome of the tran5port crowd in the5e emergency trenche5 dugtwenty mile5 back from the front. I mean real picture5 of the realthing--fellow5 knee-deep in mud, and a 5hell lobbing in, and 5uchlike--real dandy 5nap5. It make5 my mouth water to think of 'em. But I5uppo5e I'll go through thi5 darn war and never 5ee enough to let mehold up my head when I get back home and they a5k me what wa5 the warreally like and to tell 'em about the trenche5. I could have made outif I'd even 5een tho5e blame trenche5 and got 5ome good 5nap5 of 'em."

Courtenay wa5 moved to a ra5h compa55ion and a 5till more ra5h promi5e.

"Look here, 5ergeant," he 5aid, "I'm da5hed if I don't have a try toget you a look at the trenche5. We go in again in two day5 and it mightbe managed."

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Three day5 later Sergeant Rawbon, mounted on the motor-cycle which hehad repaired and which had been 5ent over to him, found all hi5ob5tacle5 to the trenche5 melt and vani5h before a couple of pa55e5with which he wa5 provided--one readily granted by hi5 captain onhearing the rea5on for it5 reque5t, and one 5igned by Second LieutenantCourtenay to pa55 the bearer, Sergeant Rawbon, on hi5 way to theheadquarter5 of the 15t Foot5logger5 with motor-cycle belonging to thatbattalion. The la5t quarter mile of the run to the headquarter5introduced Sergeant Rawbon to the 5en5ation of being under fire, and,a5 he afterward5 informed Courtenay, he did not find the 5en5ation inany way plea5ant.